by J. M. Snyder
“Fuck, yes,” Logan murmured and slid his hands into Shawn’s hair.
Shawn swirled around his tongue, licking and tasting. He gagged once and had to pull off, but he tried again, and this time, when Logan’s cock hit his throat, he swallowed carefully.
“Holy fuck, Shawn!”
Shawn moaned around him and waggled his head, urging Logan to move, which he did, and it took only a few strokes before Logan warned him he was about to come. The man pulled out and jacked himself.
“Come on me,” Shawn pleaded. “On my face.”
Logan’s creamy release landed on Shawn’s cheek. One streak, two, then a third, and again, before the man collapsed against the sofa. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Shawn. I’ve never had anyone take me down like that. You are fucking amazing.”
Shawn stood, his body trembling. The praise coming from Logan’s lips was hot and he wanted to climax. He started stroking himself.
Logan smiled. “You look so hot with my come on you. It’s like…like you’re mine. And I’m yours. Is that too cheesy?”
“No, not at all. It’s sweet. And hot.”
“Come here, I want to return the favor,” Logan said.
“No, I want to…you to…” he choked on his words.
Logan’s eyes widened. “You want me to watch, don’t you? You like to be watched?”
Shawn nodded as he stroked.
“No wonder you need a Daddy. You’re a dirty boy, huh?”
Shawn moaned.
Logan grinned. “Show me, then. I think it’s hot. My sexy neighbor is an exhibitionist. Just think of all the fun we can have through the windows.”
Shawn stroked hard and fast, the idea of being on display through a window, just for Logan to watch, had desire surging through him. He came in record time, shooting over his hand, over and over, as waves of pleasure ran through him and colors exploded in front of his eyes.
God, he hoped this snowstorm stayed around for a good long while.
Later, in bed once again, wrapped up in each other’s arms, they talked through the night. Shawn had never felt so connected to a man, and it was obvious Logan felt the same. They talked and laughed and kissed, then talked some more until the sun rose again.
It was Sunday, and if the roads were okay, Clementine would be coming home soon.
They showered and got ready for the day, happy to see the snow had stopped, but sad that their forced closeness was coming to an end.
As they worked on breakfast, Logan cupped Shawn’s face and smiled. “Hey, don’t be sad. This isn’t the end, Shawn. What’s happening between us wasn’t just because of the storm and it isn’t ending just because the snow stopped. This is just the beginning. Happy Valentine’s Day. Our first of many.”
Shawn smiled. Logan was right. This was just the beginning. He’d had a glimpse of their future and it was wonderful. They didn’t need the snow to keep them together. They just needed to trust and love. And while it was too early to say the “L” word, it wasn’t too early to trust one another. And to take that step toward a future together.
Bailey barked and hurried down the hall. “I know Bailey. Charlie probably wants more food.” He headed toward Clementine’s room to feed him. He’d probably give him a treat, too. After all, Charlie was the one that first introduced Shawn to Logan.
He laughed again. Maybe Charlie really was a matchmaker. Hell, stranger things had happened, right?
Epilogue
Charlie
As he munched on his hamster food, he stared at Bailey through the glass. That damn dog was always watching him. Ever since last year when Bailey had chased him through the house, Charlie knew the dog looked at him as a possible snack.
It didn’t matter that he’d been the one to convince the dog to knock over his cage. It had been the only way to make Logan stay longer and let the snow pile up. Those two certainly weren’t figuring out they were meant to be together. They’d needed the push.
He still couldn’t believe he’d done all that work, nearly been eaten for God’s sake, and he was still languishing in a hamster cage. Of all the damn animals to return as, he’d been reborn as a hamster.
As a lion, he would have eaten a hamster as a mid-day snack. So he’d eaten a couple of humans…that didn’t mean he needed to live as a hamster as punishment. He was so sure getting those two together would show the animal gods he deserved to come back as something else…anything else. Hell, even a bird. No, not a bird. They had to fly. Heights made him nauseous.
The newest addition to their little family, a ball of white fluff they call Buttons, came scampering into Clementine’s room and jumped on her bed. Buttons had been a giraffe in a previous life and he’d been sent back as a poodle. He was a little too “goody-goody” for Charlie, but whatever.
Bailey, however, wouldn’t let on what he’d been previously. He certainly had taken to being a dog, though, that was sure. And Charlie didn’t like the way Bailey licked his chops as he stared up at the cage.
Charlie heard footsteps and glanced at the door. Great, it was the love birds. They’d been together a whole year and still acted like they were on their honeymoon. Even now they were holding hands.
“Clementine,” they sang. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
The little girl with her platinum blonde curls popped up in bed and smiled. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”
“Come on, we made you heart pancakes.”
“Yay!” She jumped off the bed and raced out of her room, Logan and Shawn laughing as they followed.
Buttons and Bailey looked at each other and quickly ran after the family, not wanting to miss out on the possibility of dropped crumbs.
Charlie glanced around his cage. He’d been given a bigger one at Christmas, and not that he liked to exercise or anything, but the fresh bedding in the corner was calling his name. He’d been awake for an hour. It was definitely time to nap. And dream of the time he could come back as any other animal than a hamster.
How long did a hamster live, anyway?
About the Authors
J.V. Speyer
J.V. Speyer has worked in archaeology, security, accountancy, finance, and non-profit management. She currently lives just south of Boston in a house with more animals than people. For more information, visit @JVSpeyer on Twitter or JVSpeyer on Facebook.
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Jessie Pinkham
Married to her own Mr. Right, Jessie acknowledges his support and encouragement. She enjoys exploring the diversity of the universe and cannot commit to a single subgenre of male/male romance. She’s also a chocoholic, avid reader, and travel enthusiast. For more information, visit jessiepinkham.net.
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K.L. Noone
K.L. Noone teaches college students about superheroes and Shakespeare by day and writes romance—frequently paranormal or fantasy, mainly LGBTQ+, and always with happy endings—when not grading papers or researching medieval outlaw life. She also likes cats, craft beer, and the sound of ocean waves. For more information, visit klnoone.wordpress.com.
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Shawn Lane
Shawn Lane is a multi-published author of gay romance. She lives and works in Southern California. She has been published by Loose Id, Amber Quill Press, Evernight Publishing, MLR Press, JMS Books, and Ellora’s Cave. For more information, visit smlgr8.blogspot.com.
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Kris T. Bethke
Kris T. Bethke has been a voracious reader for pretty much her entire life and has been writing stories for nearly as long. An avid and prolific daydreamer, she always has a story in her head. For more information, visit kristbethke.com.
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Sarah Hadley Brook
Sarah Hadley Brook reserves her evenings for her hobby-turned-passion of writing, letting the characters she conjures up in her mind take the lead and show her where the story will go. She believes in “Happily Ever After” and strives to ensure her characters find their own happiness. For more information, visit sarah
hadleybrookwrites.com.
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